Page 25 of Destroy (Deadly Hearts 2)

I nod and then bite my lip. “We definitely need to get out of town as soon as possible,” I say unnecessarily.

“As soon as you’re ready,” Declan says.

I nod. “Give me some time to pack,” I say and stand up, with help from the table.

“Ah, skills,” David says, knowingly and holds his arm out for me. “I’ve got this.”

I give them all a curious look, wondering what on earth is going on, but take his arm and let him lead me back to the bedroom.

“Bathroom,” I murmur and pull away so that I can, hopefully, pee in peace this time.

When I return, David is sorting through all my clothes, having dragged a suitcase out from under the bed.

I lower myself to the bed and watch him, barely needing to give any input whatsoever. He knows me. He knows what I need, and soon he has neatly and efficiently packed a suitcase with enough clothes for a week. Declan has reassured me that Mama Gannon will allow me use of her washing machine and tumble dryer, so I’m happy with David’s selection.

“We can leave in a couple of hours,” Declan says, coming off his phone from rearranging the flight. “Why don’t you rest for another hour and then we’ll start getting you ready. It’s going to be an arduous journey in your condition. And I don’t mean that in any other way than fact,” he adds before I can blast him from all sides.

I chuckle and lie back on the pillows. “Fine,” I grouse and then it comes out of the blue, sideswiping me with a force that makes my body convulse as I gulp for air, and feel the walls closing in on me.

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